Last night, I dreamt of a manic jamboree of deterrestrialized runways, cartwheeling, do-si-doing, pulsating, whistling, trembling, bifurcating into ever greater perplexing formations.
Today, I discovered some works by Hubert Blanz. They are gorgeous.
Go see.
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The Great Climate Change Park
Quito 1: Paisajes Emergentes